Down on the B1 level, Chen Cheng was the first to step out of the elevator, with Zhao Yazu following closely by his side.

The corners of Chen Cheng's mouth curled slightly; she had settled into her role quite quickly.

He remarked casually, "After we move after the New Year, it won't be this crowded anymore."

"Moving?"

Zhao Yazu was stunned for a moment.

From her momentary daze, Chen Cheng immediately knew that the forces behind her didn't have a very deep understanding of his situation.

At least, no other moles had appeared around him yet.

"Mm~"

Chen Cheng nodded. "It's just on the next street. Currently, it's called the motto Building. As for what it'll be called later... I haven't decided yet."

Zhao Yazu reacted extremely quickly, stopping in her tracks and cupping her hands with a smile to offer her congratulations.

"Congratulations to the boss for making a home on Financial Street."

Chen Cheng smiled but didn't take the bait. He reached out and took a motorcycle helmet from Eleven's hand.

Pointing to the black retro cruiser parked nearby, he asked, "Are you riding with me, or with Eleven?"

He then remembered they didn't know each other. "Oh, I forgot to introduce you. This is Eleven, my security director."

"Eleven, this is Zhao Yazu, the new assistant. She'll be assisting Zou Yu from now on."

The motorcycle was a Triumph Bobber that Tan Zongming had bought and gifted to him when he was updating his garage.

He had very thoughtfully sent two.

The original factory model was a single-seater, but knowing he had many girlfriends, one of them had been modified into a two-seater.

After Zhong Xiaoqin sent him the message, Chen Cheng had Eleven send someone to his home to fetch it.

He planned to take Zhong Xiaoqin out for a ride tonight.

Zhao Yazu took a careful look at the capable-looking Eleven and immediately stepped forward with a smile, extending her hand.

"Hello, Eleven. I'm Zhao Yazu."

"Hello~"

Eleven glanced at her and shook her hand indifferently.

Zhao Yazu immediately sensed the hostility from Eleven and didn't push her luck.

She turned to Chen Cheng. "How about I just go with you? It'll be nice to catch the breeze and see the century-old scenery of The Bund."

Chen Cheng didn't say anything. "Eleven, get her a helmet."

"Give your bag to Eleven; she'll be following us."

"..."

A moment later, Zhao Yazu put on her helmet and sat sideways on the back seat.

"You can put your hands on my shoulders, or hold my waist," Chen Cheng instructed before starting the engine.

Although Chen Cheng also wanted to pull off some slick moves like Jackie Chan riding a motorcycle with a girl...

With Zhao Yazu, now wasn't the time.

Zhao Yazu's eyes darted around. After a moment's thought, she reached her right arm around Chen Cheng's waist and held his side.

The gesture was neither intimate nor distant.

However, before the bike even reached the road, Zhao Yazu had to hug Chen Cheng tightly, with half her body pressed against his back.

The underground garage had a slope. Even with an added seat, the cruiser's rear seat was tiny, barely enough for one's bottom.

Zhao Yazu was wearing a hip-hugging skirt today and could only sit sideways.

If she didn't hold onto Chen Cheng tightly, the slightest bump at speed would surely result in a fractured tailbone.

In the passenger seat of the car behind them, Eleven watched Zhao Yazu hugging Chen Cheng's waist, gritting her teeth.

"That vixen~"

Ma Yong, who was driving, pretended not to hear anything, playing deaf as he unhurriedly followed the two.

Eleven didn't know what was wrong with her; this was the first time she had lost her composure like this.

Stopping and starting along the way, Zhao Yazu would let go of Chen Cheng whenever they hit a red light and chat for a bit.

She hadn't expected a big boss like Chen Cheng to commute on a motorcycle.

Chen Cheng took the opportunity to share some stories from his past motorcycle trips.

Since the hunter had appeared, there was no reason for Chen Cheng not to package himself a little.

After crossing the Huangpu River, Chen Cheng found a suitable place to drop Zhao Yazu off.

Chen Cheng said he'd have Eleven take her back to the hotel.

Zhao Yazu declined, saying she wanted to wander around, familiarize herself with the environment, and buy some things while she was at it.

Chen Cheng didn't push. He said goodbye and sped off on his motorcycle.

Zhao Yazu watched Chen Cheng's receding back and the black SUV following him into the traffic until they disappeared before withdrawing her gaze.

She glanced at her surroundings and turned into the shopping mall behind the subway station.

She raised her hand to check the time, mentally calculated the time difference, and pulled out her phone to call her 'superior'.

As soon as the call connected, Zhao Yazu greeted warmly, "Good morning, Zhan~"

"Morning~ Oh wait, it should be your clock-out time," a deep male voice responded calmly from the receiver before shifting the topic to Zhao Yazu's interview.

"Zhao, how was the interview?"

A somewhat disgusted expression appeared on Zhao Yazu's face. She took a breath before responding flatly:

"Not bad. He decided to hire me on the spot."

"Hahaha~" A hearty laugh immediately came from the other end. "Zhao, didn't I tell you? Dealing with this playboy, you'd definitely have him in the palm of your hand."

"Don't be happy too soon," Zhao Yazu couldn't bring herself to smile at all.

"In Chen Cheng's interview with me, we didn't discuss any work issues, nor did we talk about my past resume."

"He just had me talk about my hobbies, what I like to eat and drink, what kind of friends I have, and topics like that."

"He said he wanted to get to know me."

Zhao Yazu frowned deeply. "The resume you prepared for me—there won't be any problems, right?"

"With him chatting about these things, I feel like he'll definitely have someone do a background check."

"And it'll be a very deep one!"

She didn't want to have spent all these years finally infiltrating the enemy's inner circle...

...only to be exposed by her own people.

If that really happened, the joke would be on her.

For a spy, exposure meant the death of one's career.

And possibly physical death as well.

Of course, she wasn't too worried about that part.

From the moment she chose to be an undercover agent, she had already put life and death aside.

What she feared more was seven years of hard work going down the drain.

On the other end of the phone, a small Asian man in his fifties with slightly graying hair raised his hand to push up his glasses.

"Rest assured about that."

"Before sending you, we already considered the background check."

"Everything has been arranged."

"If you're uneasy, how about this... I'll go over it one more time in a bit. Just relax."

After a few words of comfort, the man asked another question, "What's your impression of this person?"

"Um..." Zhao Yazu fell into a moment of silence. "Easygoing, generous, and very... approachable."

"Did you know? A boss of his magnitude actually commutes on a motorcycle."

"He's so... um... down-to-earth?" Zhao Yazu recalled everything from today and nodded unconsciously. "Yes, that's the word to describe it."

"Down-to-earth!"

Then, Zhao Yazu's tone shifted. "But... he also feels a bit cold underneath that warm exterior."

"If our previous information wasn't significantly flawed, then I think this person is very dangerous."

"..."

The two chatted for a while longer before hanging up.

Only then did Zhao Yazu feel slightly more at ease.

After some thought, Zhao Yazu took out her phone and booked a flight to Jiangcheng.

In all her years undercover, this was her first time returning.

There were some things she needed to report to her superior in person.

She also needed approval from above on how to handle the boundaries with Chen Cheng.

As for home... for those who could do this kind of job, their families were usually long gone, reduced to a few handfuls of earth.